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    for many years i was seeking asylum
    in the bleakest environment its rhyme possessed me where manny started
    speaking retirement so whats the rose that your feeling of fashion
    of yellin n trashin, for what its worth there was no quellin the pashion
    in love was dead i's wanted pace we get it luck'll said
    and so i polished my shit until my knuckles bled
    treadin thin ice n all i caught were chills
    sacrifices were appertisers mic just said a mills
    its hand was mine silver plated till i made it expand
    my mind i burnt my name into the sands of time
    the rhyme gave me strength to less avail
    get used to these backstabbers so now i sleep on a bed of nails
    i never fail but turnin tides are moving too slow
    i swept the depths of ever ocean just to prove i could flow
    so from the cradle to the grave to table to holy fathers
    where i didn't slit my wrist i got the hiphop stigmata's

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    you've got to pray
    to hiphop almighty
    we bless the microphone nightly
    open up the lyric from inside me
    its our calling its what we say
    you've got to pray/this is the calling

    suffa:
    we can never be fake
    thanks to hiphop i got a bed in every state
    and without it i'd roam the city with no purpose
    without the underground ima clown without a circus
    i flip verses your feeling me abilities
    my currency with which i buy credibility
    facilities were built, just to be torn down
    till the wheels fall off and my pencils all worn down
    to death comes to collect his debt or wreck the set
    when heads checkin retrospect i'll get respect
    cuz i, did what i was told to do
    its hiphop i did it all for you
    we true to this got cloud on ta-tables getting played
    we doing this without a label not getting paid
    so from the cradle to the grave microphone to retirement home
    i'll be on stage, i'll never leave the mic alone

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    both:
    because we all out, or we're all in
    and if we fall out then we will fall in
    its the calling

    its what i hear in my sleep, its the shiver up my spine when im feeling the beat
    its the fear n defeat that needs a better myself

    its the culture its not about spreading the wealth
    its a gettin the time when your perfecting a rhyme

    its every time i sweat that im shake it in minds

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    Composition: Debris, Suffa, and Pressure

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